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My mind is a prison. deciding my morals having them constantly questioned and revalued, re-evaluated and changed. foreign words in my mouth. Atumn is finally here. Through dover the sun glistened over red orange leaves like sugar. winding turns through time hoping things will turn in the right direction. fruit. actuall Asian Pears and Apples all around. Grapes overhead. Merissa Ema and I apple picking at Lookout Farm. Cigarettes from the ash tray. connectig severed wires, screaming echos under the bridge with Rose. disa fuckin pointment. We just finished watching Purple Rain in the Bat Cave. Prince is the sex king.